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March 26, 2005
self-loathing
Ah, self-loathing, my old friend. you come again. Yes, do seat yourself at my table; eat of my banquet, for you are my guest. You do make your way around, don't you! Whore of the universe, I've heard you called. In fact, I did it myself not long past. You have returned, and for what?
For what?
Ah, I see. You come to poke at the embers. To re-ignite a flame I thought had died. You speak of mediocrity in excellence, and I must ponder: Is it truth? You tell me it is so, and i tend to believe you, most of the time. Maybe I should not. You lie, I am told. Letters reach me, words are said. You are the great liar; the embodiment of rose-colored glasses.
Try the brie with the strawberries, they are surprisingly good together. Kiwi fruit also. But do go on, old friend. yes, do go on.
To be good at everything is to spread oneself too thin. Pick something. Do it, and do it fast. Focus all of your energy on it and neverlosesightofthegoal.
Yes, that's all well and good, but for me?
I am just... lost.
Find your way then.
Yes, it sounds easy.
It is.
Posted by requiem at March 26, 2005 02:33 AM
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